the rain feels nostalgic,
it wants me to recall something.
its noise,
the petrichor,
it's telling me to remember.
what is it?
utter a word.
tell me,
I'm listening.
what is it?
I forgot it all, forgive me.
why?
perhaps it is done.
perhaps it won't be the same
anymore.
perhaps it will never happen again.
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Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
